oh shit it won’t come out in a video but from my

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oh shit it won’t come out in a video but from my bedroom window I can hear spring peepers so

insert a bunch of happy frog emojis and like rainbows and shit because i love spring peepers.

if i can get the yurt set up before they stop singing i will be so goddamned delighted.

(if you don’t know what spring peepers sound like well now you do) (now picture that through lace curtains in a 19th c farmhouse with the intermittent sounds of a highway and you’ve got my current sitch which is A+++)

(would be better in a spider-infested canvas shack reeking of waterproofing spray though NGL that’s my shit!)
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i guess i’m not super knowledgeable about greek mythology so i just thought it was a neat re-telling of orpheus and eurydice, but i can see how they took some liberties with characterization there.

oh it’s so long since i actually studied any source material– and even then, what was it, like, Edith Hamilton? I am not really all that well-educated in these matters– that what’s going on here is me realizing I have decades of accrued gunk in my understanding of the source material and I honestly don’t know where most of it is from. 

I was like, “he’s not like that in the book!” and then i was like “what fucking book”– that was the point I was trying to make, really, there isn’t a single definitive source on this, and so me deciding that he’s OOC is like… uh… pretty freaking rich really. 
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red-stick-progressive:Whoa, that hits deep.

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red-stick-progressive:

Whoa, that hits deep.
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compulsivefarmer: So we finally got all the feeder pigs into the back pasture. We were offloading...

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So we finally got all the feeder pigs into the back pasture. We were offloading the last load, when I tripped. I went to go through the fence and my foot snagged on one of the lines. I hit the ground on my front and rolled over, because of course I hit my bad knee. Well, when I roll over my hand hits the fence and I get a good zap right down my arm. My husband is laughing his ass off while I lay face down in the dirt groaning.

It was like a freaking scene right out of a slap stick comedy.

Once I went out in the evening to help my brother in law close up the hens on a night we were going to move them, and since it wasn’t the work day I wasn’t wearing good shoes. I was wearing flip-flops. And I stepped on the flexi-net electric fence like usual to get over it, but my flip-flop got tangled in the mesh, and I wound up standing on one foot unable to move forward or backward, with the fence shocking me on every pulse. There seemed to be no point freaking out; I was just starting to work out whether I could get my shoe off and maybe untangle my leg separately from the shoe, when my brother in law came to save me.

He grabbed the fence and jumped when it shocked him; since I hadn’t been flinching, he’d assumed it was off, which was why he’d left me stuck there so long while he was doing other things. It’s a damned unpleasant sensation, but I knew that if I’d let it make me twitch around I’d’ve fallen on my face.

One of the apprentices that year said she’d had the same thing happen, but with nobody around to free her, she’d wound up falling over and tangling herself up in the fence until she was crying in her desperation to get free. “I’m glad nobody was there, though,” she said, “because it was really embarrassing.”

I think about that every time I go near flexi-net in flip-flops.
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bomberqueen17 replied to your post “my franklin expedition obsession has just spawned the most horrible…”

You know, sometimes writing a thing even if I know I won’t finish it is the best way for me to work through an idea, and i usually learn a lot about writing in the process, so I’m a huge fan of hitching your wagon to any idea that comes along and writing as much of it as you can before the obsession fades.

I may go ahead and do just that. I almost started writing a bit last night but ended up getting stuck on a sort of key early plot point. But I’ve never written an epistolary so I think it could be fun to try, and if I just go into it without setting any expectations then I won’t get too down on myself when it inevitably turns into an unmanageable monster. I already have 90 pages of dairy farm au that will never be published and I’d probably be a better writer if I could ditch my baggage about starting things and not finishing when I realize they’re too much for me. That’s the main thing that stops me from even writing in the first place.

I can’t even tell you how important it is to let yourself start things. 

There is something to be said for the frustration that comes of so many starts and abandoned WIPS and nothing to show for it, yes. There really is; I won’t lie and say it’s always worth picking up a shiny new project every time a whim hits. So i’ve started trying to sort out my self-talk styles into useful and not. There is a point in chastising myself for not working on something that I both want to and can easily finish; there is a point in not letting myself start new projects that I’m not all that committed to and know I won’t get far on. But there’s no point in just yelling at myself, and if I work too hard on talking myself down then I’m putting a ton of effort into not doing anything, which is a terrible thing to commit so much effort to.

I’ve found over the years that when that spark really starts, I can genuinely learn a ton about the craft of writing from pursuing it. And so, while I don’t generally jump into every idea I get because that’s proven unsatisfying, if I am genuinely stirred by something, then I know chasing that spark as long as it lasts will net me enough output that I can go back through it later and find it satisfying. Even if it never amounts to anything on its own, I can pick good bones out of it to use for something else (or sometimes, not bones really, but more like… the technique for making the sauce, to stretch a metaphor to near-breaking– this dish never amounted to anything but that sauce had real promise if I used stock instead of water next time), or at least have made enough of a world that I can re-immerse myself later and see what appealed to me so much. 

And occasionally, you do find a spark that’s got enough for you to chase it out into a finished piece, and that’s incredibly rewarding. You’ll get farther along that route, the more times you’ve chased a spark before, I find– you don’t get farther every time, but you learn more every time and it is cumulative, even if it’s not a linear progression. 
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hymnsofheresy: I can’t believe that the sacred

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hymnsofheresy:

I can’t believe that the sacredness of shared meals is not well known??? 

Mealtime is an extremely important cultural and social ritual. There are psychological benefits for cooking for other people, and serving a meal stabilizes the emotions between the provider and the receiver. Cooking with your partner, like accomplishing any task together, strengthens relationships. Eating together strengthens communal bonds and helps with mental health. Sharing the same food with someone else builds trust, cooperation, and a sense of connectivity. It’s a shame how in our fast paced society we don’t value the importance of regularly breaking bread with one another
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